Hatekeeprz

from All These People Are Me by Solareye

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lyrics

Let’s lock the doors and call each other geniuses
If yir in a scene don’t yi get tired of the scenery?
I’m mean there’s these, moany wee binary fandans
Somewhere between clueless crusaders and rap fans
Local gatekeepers – doomed to make the same mistakes
Obsessed wi what’s real and what’s fake
You’re strangling the very culture that you elevate
Like: ‘I love you so much I just don’t want you to ever change’
Holding on to it so tight like you’ve got it by the throat
If you don’t let something grow you’ll only kill it or stunt its growth
You’re an echo of a copy of a Chinese whisper
A mild breeze trying tae imitate mid-winter
Repeating a message that you mishead
Trying tae catch up dandelion seeds as the disperse
Rules that were meant to be guidelines to build on
Conceived in a lightening storm – you’re a millpond
You’re a forest of headstones where only death grows
With a mind so closed it turns flesh cold
You’re a maze of dead ends in a good idea cemetery
Converting original melodies into pitiful zealotry
If I made a carbon copy of boom bap greatness
That would be the definition of appropriation
That would be stealing from the creators
I’m trying tae speak in ma own voice from their inspiration
We want revolution – you hold back evolution
While imagining you’re some kind of purist
Trying to preserve a living thing with embalming fluid
Look it stupit – if yi don’t like something just don’t listen to it
I got intae hip-hop, light years fae the South Bronx
And got lost, in amongst the wordsmiths and outlaws
Remixing and dismantling the contents of the novel
Making something new from the rubble
It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at – that’s Rakim
But beware of traps set by scaredy-cats pulling yi back in
Most people in life are brand new
But a mad few would rather tell yi whit yi can and can’t do
Dangerous words like get back where yi belong
To the back of beyond, trying ae put yi back in yir box
Outmoded kingmakers watching the throne
Hold the roots too tight and you’ll stop them from growin’

Standing in front of a door of an empty lift shaft
Trolls under the bridge shouting none shall pass
Like Redman and B-Real said - time for some action
Folks on the margins about to get to gatecrashing
There’s an end-of-level gatekeeper: short-sight, blind faith
Bouncer face, arms crossed, saying ‘no the night mate’
Knock politely, get on yir tip-toes, peer in the windaes
If they still ignore yi take that door aff it’s hinges
To be clear, this is not originators or the source
This is local wee ghosts, who think they embody the host
Parasites living inside other people’s paradigms
Often found online dispensing bad advice
Performing someone else’s style and taking the applause
Claiming that their hot but probably the fakest of the lot
Apologies if this seems like whinging about whinging
Too late I’ve said it noo the’s cat among the pigeons